In the Palace of Arafell, the Queen was pacing around in her empty Throne Room while a Network Trinket floated in front of her, showing a countdown to the event that almost all of Angaria was waiting for, right now.
"Priscilla, what do you know about the importance of being on the cusp of being a Champion? I remember that I was stressed and kept starting fights everywhere for months during that time! It is, possibly, the most important decision of one's life! Their future power, their potential, their bat role, all of it is decided with that decision! Yet, this guy is idly launching schemes for the people instead of focusing on more crucial matters? Does he think the Church is just sitting around? He should drop everything and focus on getting stronger, or on finding ways to defend Angaria!"
After the Queen said this, her facial expression suddenly changed to that of a girl who was smiling because she had caught something.
"Aha! I knew it, My Queen! Before, you were ready to force him to bend the knee, but now, you're almost talking like you care about him! Why the sudden change?"
As the expression changed again, this time, a woman blushing oh so faintly appeared, before that blush was replaced by anger.
"No! I just want him to be even stronger so that I'll have a better subordinate! I don't care about anything else! All right, look, it's starting!"
Glancing at the trinket and noticing that only a minute was left for the countdown to end, the Queen used the opportunity to change the subject and teleport back to her Throne before sitting fortably to view what the King had been up to.
Yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but think back to that moment when an Amateur Champion had been killed at the hands of a mere Peak Warrior.
At that moment, the King had seemed vaguely….similar to the Emperor. She didn't even know why that was the case, as the Emperor had been even more of a peerless genius who skipped multiple levels to kill people, often.
Still, maybe it was that someone had like that, who could do so with style, had e along after a long, long while.
Shaking her head to get rid of these thoughts, the Queen, and Priscilla who had noticed the turmoil, but held her tongue, viewed the trinket to see what announcement the King would make.
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At the same time, the King of Axelor was doing the same, acpanied by his favorite minister who always stayed by his side, and a few other people.
They were all those who handled the economic matters of the Kingdom, and they had been called specially to analyze the scheme of the King of Lanthanor's which would soon be revealed.
Everyone knew of the King's…love for purges for the oddest of reasons. Hence, they stayed pletely silent and kept their eyes on the Network Trinket, waiting for the program to start.
Meanwhile, there was a barrier around the King and his minister, and the former was grumbling something under his breath while the latter fiddled with his fingers nervously.
"My King…analysis shows that another purge, so soon, will definitely result in unrest that will take quite a long time to die down. It will cause a massive loss to the Kingdom, and the army. I urge you to reconsider."
This was what the Minister said out loud, but, inside, he was cursing the King of Lanthanor because he had no other option.
Why had the man rejected the War Games?
This rejection after the King had already planned a lot of things to happen during the event had thoroughly unseated the man in front of him, causing him to go on another murderous rage which had claimed the lives of 18 poor, innocent maids while also insisting that another purge should be carried out.
Clearly, these purges somehow the sick urges of this man who was unfortunately in control of the Kingdom the Minister meant. Hence, he could only do his best to veer him away from such choices.
Thankfully, the analysis had given him a reason to say this and try to dissuade the King.
Surprisingly, King Safiros answered in a calm tone.
"Oh, cancel that, but draw up plans for another, discreet one. This one needs to be more elaborate. Maybe we can plant some traitor from a different Kingdom who starts killing those of ours, resulting in a purge being pulsory because the surrounding villages would be scared? When we carry one out, they will even thank us. And Lanthanor should be the one responsible, of course. Hate is at an all-time high, but there's no harm in letting it rise further."
These words made a chill appear in the minister's spine, even though he had initially been glad that the King had calmed down.
He had been hoping that those words said in throes of anger might be reversed, now that he was calmer.
Only, it seemed that King Safiros was even more dangerous when calm.
What was the reason behind this man's fascination with purges?
This question appeared in the minister's mind, but except for concluding that it mostly must be for sick satisfaction, there was nothing else that the minister could do about it.
"Or maybe there's a disease spreading. I don't know, I'll e up with something."
As soon as he said this, the countdown ended, and the screen was replaced by a…a dragon?
Not just any dragon- it was one made of fire, which animatedly frolicked this way and that before finally stopping in the center in the form of an L, which was the logo of Lanthanor.
"So much for a grand opening,
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